Though I hate to say it, beautiful scenery from what is my spiritual home, this area really is God's own country! This is the place for to forget your woes and reconnect with Mother Earth.

Whilst going through the painful job of sorting out my parents house following my father's death some months ago I came across one of my mother's poetry books which was book-marked at this poem, it was quite bitter sweet reading it, but given the poet it goes quite aptly with the scenery in the video!

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rage at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This is my blog of peace and enlightenment: comments of calm and contentment are welcome, so if you would just please pause for reflection and introspection hopefully comments of angst and ire will not be required.

If you have any verse, prose or aphorisms to help cope with the stresses and strains of life as an accountant; to promote a greater feeling of well being; and to help balance the yin with the yang, please share them here for all who seek nirvana, along with any links to calm and tranquil music and images.

So, as poignantly written by Rudyard Kipling between batches of Cherry Bakewells:

IF you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Finally,

Don't expect anything on this blog to be of any relevance to accountancy or business, as it won't be, other than to hopefully restore your Karma to balance allowing you to carry out your work in a more enlightened state.